Versos Perdidos [English translation]

The sentences are mine

The truths are yours

While I want you

I see myself crying in the middle of the street

I kiss your smile on a sunny day

That enters by the door

And sings by the window

The night, mother of the day

Used to water your mouth

On the language of poetry

Oh, my great love made of lost verses

Whispering in the rain as in a chorus

That only makes sense

On the bed

• Artist:Zeca Baleiro
• Album:Baladas do Asfalto e Outros Blues